Meng Yutong was blasted straight out.
Before she was driven out, Jiang Jingyi's ill-intentioned expression was still vivid in her mind.
"So the medicinal bath she made this venerable one exhaust herself preparing wasn't for treating Heng'er's injuries, but for her own bath?"
"And together with Heng'er?"
"How can that be allowed?"
Bang, bang, bang—!
Meng Yutong hammered hard on the door, but it was like slapping a wall of bronze and iron. An invisible wall of Qi blocked everything.
Not a sound could be heard from inside.
At this moment, Meng Yutong also experienced what Dummy Leng Qingyun had felt when she had been "cuckolded."
It was clearly right before her eyes, yet she was powerless.
She looked exactly like a useless wife.
Inside the room.
Jiang Jingyi gently stroked Lin Heng's head with her hand. A faint green light twined around her fingertips, making her heart sink despite herself.
"How should this emperor save you?"
"If his fortune has been borrowed away, something else has to be used to fill the gap. True Yuan won't do, soul power won't do, Yin power won't do either, and most importantly, his current constitution has already surpassed the scope of the Five Elements Body. It's more like the legendary Immortal Body..."
"Perhaps only the Origin of the Dao within me can temporarily make up for it."
Jiang Jingyi's gaze dodged away as she glanced to the side.
On her journey here, she had witnessed many geniuses, yet in her own era, there had only been a scant few.
Her eldest brother counted as one, but he had been far too self-opinionated.
As Jiang Jingyi thought this, her fair jade fingers involuntarily undid the white sash behind her waist.
Her long, straight, flawless legs were thus revealed in a tender, dewy stretch.